As the mind drifts…

As a thought can bring them to life. The heart opens to the feel of a friend that can’t escape the mind. Figuratively trapped within the skull for keeps sake. Helping the smile stretch upon the face. They feed the imagination on fantasy levels where the hush creates the scene. With an ahh every time sept sinks into daydreams. Fondling the passion built into the texture of curves. Just wanting to evolve with the temptation of hormonal nerves. The thrill is exhilarating to tamper with the flesh in raw form. Down to the dirtiest of acts that gives purpose to a whore. And yet in a good way this a release in their eyes to be freed at last. For what goes on in the head could never be half azzed…